At the hairdresser today: “… they had some great green-coloured drinks,” says the hair dresser-lady “Yeah, they taste really good,” say I, halfway through a hair cut. “I didn’t have one though… no good for the bub,” “Oh, you’re pregnant?” Temperature of the the room drops many, many degrees. “Haha,” I try to save with a nervous laugh, “I’m as blind as a bat without my glasses on…”
“Look, there’s a simple reason why you should convert - don’t you want to go to heaven? That’s the whole purpose of life!” “Ain’t that a bit of a dead-end purpose?” Yes, my friends, I have had my first visit from a missionary. And a horrendous pun to shut him up =)
Someone care to define the concept of “home” as opposed to “house”? I’m not entirely sure where my home is at the moment, but I’m back in Melbourne at the very least, having come back via the driving way. Which I have discovered can be accomplished on a single tank of fuel (only just) from door-to-door. Which is something spectacular for the Holden Automobile Company, because they used to be thirsty buggers. ...